Wickaninnish � A Traveller�s Beginning

Thanks to Eridani Moon who suggestions for this chapter combined with a discussion with my game master on how ‘heat’ is handled by the Vargr to tempt my muse into total corruption.
This chapter is rated NC-17 for graphic sexual content and violence.

Seduction

Tallia started to laugh but something in Kit’s ‘puppy dog eyes on hyperdrive’ look suggested that was probably not the best reply. Whatever his reasons, Kit was serious.
“You are not an Imperial, what makes you think you can join the Scouts?”
Kit’s eyes lit up and his tail started wagging rapidly with the realization that Tallia wasn’t rejecting him out of hand.
“ISS Directive 37-AC7, Section 9, paragraph 3.7.5(a) says that Non-Imperial citizens may apply to the Imperial Scout Service with the endorsement of a regional governor, Imperial Noble, or an Active Scout with at least one complete term of service.”

“Oh and just who did you expect to get this endorsement from?”
Kit looked down. “Well,” he said nervously. “I was kinda hoping to get it from you.”
“Really,” Tallia said looking intently at the coyote. “And just why should I give you this endorsement?”
“Because I’m cute and lovable?”
Tallia laughed, “true but hardly qualifications for the Scouts.”
“I guess not,” Kit said with a shy grin. “It’s my destiny you see.”
“Hmm?” Tallia raised an eyebrow.

Kit looked down at the carpet, sending the dancing merphlies scattering.
“All my life I thought I would settle down with Black Mitten. When my Spirit Path didn’t include her, I didn’t want to believe it but now she is gone and I have nothing to really keep me here now. My Spirit Path is leading to the sea of stars and to you as the route to get there. I have to go with you.”
Tallia found herself being worn down by the boy’s earnestness.
“Alright, tell you what, let me think about it and maybe I’ll let you go with me but I’m not making that decision while my room is full of flying rodents. I’ll let you know in a couple of days.”
“Fair enough,” Kit said tail wagging again and Tallia ushered him out of her room.

“So are you going to let him go?” Tallia was used to hearing the voice of her conscience but it was unusual for that voice to becoming out of a pink and purple flying rodent sitting at her table drinking tea.
“I don’t know,” she answered. “He is right about the regs but I’m not allowed to take him without clearing it with the planetary government and my notes say they won’t allow it. I think I should find out what this Spirit Path business is first.”

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Takodah was surprised to find Tallia waiting at his office the next morning.
“What can I do for you Scout Dranow?”
“It concerns Wickaninnish.”
“Is there a problem with him?”
“No, he has made a request of me and before I answer him I would like to know a little more. He says it concerns something he calls ‘his Spirit Path’.”
“Ah I see. I will not try to bore you with the details of our religion Scout Dranow. We go through ceremonies where we seek the guidance of the Spirits. Not everyone receives guidance in such ceremonies but when they do it means the Spirits have a path they wish that individual to travel. That is the individual’s Spirit Path.”

“I see, so it is a religious thing then?”
“Yes but its not that simple. One does not have to follow one’s Spirit Path but to not do so will mean that person will not achieve the fullness of their spirit and lessens their standing in the next life. If I am not betraying a confidence, would you share his request with me?”

“Yes, I would have to come with it to you anyway. He has requested to leave with me to return to the Imperium and apply to join the Imperial Scout Service. Normal procedure in cases involving non-Imperial citizens is to clear such a request with the local government before honoring it. My research says that such requests have been made by Istaqa before and every time your government has rejected them.”

“That’s not surprising,” Takodah said smiling. “This wasn’t really the planet my ancestors were planning to settle, did you know that?”
“No I didn’t.”
“We arrived here by accident. The Istaqa were created by the Ancients from an Earth species called coyotes. The coyote has a special place in our religion, Old Man Coyote is one of the Spirits that guide us so when we found a whole planet of walking, talking coyotes; it seemed like a sign from the spirits that we should protect these children of Old Man Coyote.”
“I see. So that is why you are reluctant to let them leave?”
“That’s part of it; you see Istaqa are very independent just like their coyote ancestors. Many young males around Wickaninnish’s age develop a desire to ‘see the universe’ but they don’t realize just how dangerous a place the universe is for Istaqa. That is why we don’t approve of them leaving.”
“I take it then that your government will turn down this request?”
“I don’t know,” he said thoughtfully. “The issue of one’s Spirit Path is very significant in our religious beliefs. I will discuss it with the Council of Elders and let you know.”

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Takodah called Kit and Tallia to his office two days later. Kit suspecting what this was about had woven the raven feather into the fur behind his ear for luck.
“The Council has rendered a decision concerning your request, Scout Dranow. It was a difficult decision. Shamans at the Vision Lodge testified to content of Wickaninnish’s vision quest but with Shaman Hania’s death, there is no one who could speak for its interpretation. If it’s any consolation, the Grand Shamaness spoke in your favor but I’m afraid with the resurgence of Vargr raids the conservative voices on the Council prevail at this time. They have rejected your request.”

“I don’t understand, what does this mean?” Kit said looking back and forth between the two humans.
“It means you can’t go with me Kit,” Tallia said sadly. “The regulations are clear that except in cases involving refugees, the planetary government has to approve a native leaving with a Scout expedition. I’m sorry.”

Kit stared ahead for a moment. When Mitten died his world had come tumbling down around his ears, everything gone except a sister that didn’t need him and the Path. Now just when he thought he had found the Path’s beginning…
“NO!” He yelled jumping up. “They have no right to do this!”
“Wickaninnish, please calm down…”
“No, I won’t calm down! You know the teachings as well as I, no one not even the Council of Elders can ask a man to turn away from his Spirit Path!”
“You’re right of course,” Takodah said rising up physically and in voice. “But the Council is under no obligation to help you on that path. I will remind you that while you work in this office you represent the Council and this outburst is…”
“THE COUNCIL CAN GO YIFF ITSELF!” Kit yelled and ripping his diplomatic badge from his tunic threw it to the ground. “I QUIT!”

The furious coyote stomped out of the office. Takodah collapsed into his chair like a tent that someone had pulled the center poles out from under. A very sad expression came over his face.
“I’m sorry you had to witness that, Scout Dranow.”
“No need to apologize, from what I’ve learned in my research the last 24 hours, I suspect I would have reacted the same.” Tallia said a slight tone of disapproval in her voice.
“The thing is, so would I in his situation. Life unfortunately doesn’t always work the way you or I think that is should.”
“Will he be ok?”
“I’m sure he will come back as soon as he has had time to cool down and think about it.”

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The Trickster’s Lair was a run down little starport pub on the wrong side of the monorail. Respectable people didn’t come here which was just fine with Kit. It was the last place Takodah would look for him. Kit had lost track of how long he had been sitting in the corner booth, the smoke of yiff leaf from his pipe adding to the general atmosphere. Between the smoke and the yiff leaf cakes he had eaten, the relaxing effect of the herb had cooled his anger. In the right frame of mind the herb also loosen inhibitions and stirred the libido which was why it was popular with dating couples to ‘set the mood’.

Kit, however, was not in that frame of mind so he just settled into a funk and sulked.
“Hi” a female voice said, “can I sit down?”
Kit looked up at the coyote standing by the table and nodded his head toward the opposite bench. She sat down on the bench next to him instead.
“I’m Kimimela,” she said.
‘Butterfly, huh.’ Kit thought as his slightly leaf fuzzed senses took her in. She was older than him, about 25. She had a mating mark and was wearing a perfume that seemed familiar. Kit vaguely remembered it, Wild Fire it was called, a pheromone enhanced brand laced with coyote heat scent designed to entice males. What is she doing here wearing something like that and approaching a male other than her mate? Didn’t she know how inappropriate that was?

“They say you are the man who killed that Vargr raider bare fanged.”
‘Oh that,’ Kit thought, the story had been all over the press after the attack. Kit had hoped it had faded by now.
“Yea, that’s me the yiffing hero.” Kit said gruffly.
“Oh now that’s no way for a hero to sound. Let me buy you a drink.”
She slid one of two glasses Kit hadn’t noticed her carrying in front of him. He picked it up and looked at it.
“You’re not supposed to mix alcohol and yiff leaf,” he said uncertainly.
“Oh come on a big strong man like you can handle it,” she said leaning against him.
Kit shrugged and downed the shot.

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Kit wasn’t exactly sure what all happened next. The one empty glass in front of him became three, or was it five? He found the alcohol stirred up the libido effects of the yiff leaf, or was it that smell? Her hand rubbing his sheath through the material of his pants certainly contributed.

Kit didn’t remember leaving the pub as Kimimela led him into her bedroom.
“My pretty butterfly,” Kit murmured as he staggered into the room. “There are no butterflies on Istaqa, except you.” Giggle. “They are all on little ol Earth, no pretty butterflies for scruffy coyotes.”
As Kit giggled some more Kimimela was removing his top and made a clumsy ineffective attempt to do the same for her. She licked his muzzle as she removed it herself and pushed him down to sit on the bed. She opened his pants and her hand reached in to stroke his sheath.
Kit moaned and buried his nose into her neck fur taking in her scents. This close to it, the mating mark predominated and the warning that had been hammering at the back of his brain began to break through.

“This isn’t right,” he said groggily. “You’re mated, I can’t.”
She gripped his hand and guided it into her pants, sinking his fingers into the wet warmth within.
“Of course, you can,” she said, lifting the wet fingers of their hands to his muzzle. “My body calls out for you, can’t you smell?”
Kit inhaled deeply the enticing smell in front of him. She was in heat! He hadn’t noticed before over the perfume put the pure scent threw his mind out of kilter again. One instinct spurred on by that smell overruled all his social conditioning and other instincts.

With a growl, he pulled her down onto the bed and pulling off her pants, lowered his muzzle to the source of that intoxicating smell. Kimimela moaned in pleasure as his tongue lashed out to taste her. Her hands grabbed and stroked his ear fur spurring him on.

It was working perfectly, many of her friends knew the arousing effects feeding yiff leaf and alcohol together had on males but it was her friend Ayita who had first discovered the herb that unlocked a female’s heat. The Ancients had reduced the effects of the heat cycle of their creations to a point where it could be controlled with will power and concentration. They had also enhanced the instinctual bonding between life mates making disloyalty almost impossible. But now with this new herb her body’s heat was greater than her coyote ancestors. The feelings it induced easily overcame the life mate bonds and her scent drove males to violate that taboo also, particularly a male that was already addled by yiff leaf and alcohol.

Her mate failed to satisfy her in every way but particularly in his failure to give her the pup she wanted. With her secret, she would have the pup she wanted and from a real male, not the miserable wimp she had bonded with. Kit was not the first she had done this to and if he failed to give her what she wanted, he would not be the last.

Kit somehow managed to divest himself of the remains of clothing as he tasted her depths. His body burned with lust for the female, his mind filled only with one thought. Pink shaft slid free of its sheath as climbed over her. Instinct said this position was wrong that she should be facing away but he couldn’t wait. He buried himself into her waiting depths as his fangs gripped her neck with a growl demanding her submission. She opened her legs wide for him entangling his own as she pulled him deeper into her.

“Yes! Yes! Take me!” She cried.
Again it was not the traditional response but it was all his heat driven lust needed. He started pounding into her she clawed at his back fur. Their moans of pleasure filled the room as he drove her higher and higher. Her peak was coming, waiting only on his body’s response to trigger it. The wait was not long, his thrusting started to become shorter and more frantic as his knot began to form limiting his movement.

As he swelled within her it triggered her release. She cried out in ecstasy as waves of pleasure swept over her. Her inner muscles clamped down on his knot, sealing the tie, and triggering his own orgasm. With a howl his body jerked and shuddered as he shot his seed over and over into her waiting womb.

Spent Kit collapse on top of her, his body still jerking slowly as he continued to empty his spunk into her, they lay that way for several minutes as the tie gradually subsided. They were so exhausted from their love making that neither heard the door open.

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Author’s Notes: When I first started writing my Inuyasha based coyote stories, I developed a set of rules on mating habits and taboos for coyotes spirits and transferred them to the coyote Vargr. I also said that being closer to their animal origins than humans that these taboos are instinctually built in and they didn’t break them. But in real life there is always an exception to the rule. I was discussing the story with Eridani Moon and lamenting that this part of the story was so boring and she suggested spicing it up a little with getting Kit drunk or something. Well I took that idea and it just ran out of control and when I was done I had managed to break every single one of the taboos I created.